How to get started - Part 2

What is the purpose of this chapter? If the hand of a friend is good, the mouth is better still. We'd barely finished the first handshake with each other, and Emerson was sitting next to me again, his shorts and panties halfway down his thighs. - Take yours off too , Paulo . I lowered my bermuda too, halfway down my thighs, and he was grabbing my dick. - Go, take mine too. Immediately, I got a hard-on, and I grabbed his dick, which was starting to get hard again, and despite the hard-on I was feeling, my dick was half-burning, I think, from the nervousness of the moment. - Paulo, let me teach you something else I learned from my cousin. - What's that? - You'll like it, your dick will get very hard very fast - but what are you gonna do? - Let me show you, it won't hurt. - Yes , of course . He smiled, moved away from me a little bit, then he tilted his trunk towards me, he was getting close to my stick with his head, holding my stick with his head out. Then I felt the best thing in the world again, better than his hand on my dick, his mouth on my dick, the warmth of his mouth, the wet suction, the tongue going around the head of my dick. My dick got hard fast, and he started doing the up-and-down with his mouth, punching my dick with his lips, sucking, licking. I was delirious with pleasure when I got a fright, and I felt his hand slide under my case, with one of his fingers reaching up my ass. I jumped away, and Emerson looked at me with a delighted look on his face, and he licked the bottom of my dick all the way down to my bag, slowly sucking the balls. Without looking away from my eyes, he was putting his hand back underneath, reaching for my ass again. This time I let him caress my folds, because the pleasure of being sucked was so much greater than the tension of having a finger caress your ass. My stick was hard and letting off steam. Emerson stopped sucking me for a second, lifted his hip and pulled down his bermuda, leaving his ass out. - Give me your hand I obeyed and extended my hand to him, and he put my hand on my dick, leaving meade, after a good suck on my dick, and spat a mixture of saliva with my liquid and spoke: - does to my ass what I'm doing to yours. I looked at his ass, and he had it pointed up. Seeing his butt sticking up, waiting to be touched, made me horny. I reached out my arm, tilted my body a little bit to reach, put my hand on his ass, trying to find his butt in the middle of his buttocks. He rolled a little, making my finger reach his ass. His ass was hot, like he was on fire with a boner. I started to stroke his ass, like he was doing to mine, and I realized at that moment that he had licked his finger, that it was passing through my ass, and to feel my finger on his ass, and his finger on mine was very horny. He started sucking my dick again and stroking my ass, sticking his finger in my ass a little bit at a time, and I did the same thing to him, sticking my finger in his ass. We stayed like this for a while, him rolling his ass around on my finger, me doing back and forth movements with my hip, feeling his finger go deeper and deeper into my ass, and his mouth sucking my dick. - Emerson, this is good. - Are you enjoying it? - very Do you want to taste it? Without much thought, overcome by pleasure, I nodded yes. He got up, sat on the couch next to me and said, come, suck here. I then stood in the position he was in, and I was leaning my head toward his lap, staring at that stick, white-skinned, red-headed, hard, already half licked, waiting to be sucked. - Watch your teeth, don't let them catch your teeth that hurt. - It 's all right . At this point, I was crazy enough to suck his dick, and I got close and I smelled that dick, and I stopped, and Emerson said, "That smells good". I lowered my head and felt, for the first time, the head of a stick in my mouth. I went with my mouth half-closed, my teeth apart but my lips closed. I was dry from nervousness. I kissed and cupped the stick. I sucked like it was a popsicle. I let my tongue slip. - That's it, Paul, that's how you get the tongue out of Emerson's mouth. I ended up grinding my teeth a little bit at first, but then I got the hang of it, and I was sucking on the stick, feeling the broth mixed with mockery and liquid in my mouth. A taste that was burning in the throat, but it was good to feel the licking on the lips. - Put your hand under it. Emerson spoke and I knew how he wanted, was to put my hand under his body, reaching for his ass. I felt his hand reach down my bermuda, and I knew he wanted to reach up my ass, too. Feeling his dick in my mouth, and his finger going up my asshole, getting deeper and deeper, it was a boner unparalleled until that moment. He noticed that I was pushing my butt up towards his finger to feel more in, and was sucking his dick like a thirsty calf. At that moment, Emerson knew he could teach me what was still missing from our experience, but that part is for the next story. photo for illustration only